It all began when I was about 16,

It was my birthday, I was evangelizing to a girl that I liked. In the conversation, she suddenly said; “I believe everything you are saying, except from Jesus raising the dead.” She found that part hard to believe.

She then preceeded to change the subject. Miracles she was fine with, but raising the dead? She couldnt get her head around it.

“By the way.” She exclaimed, shifting the topic.

“Because it’s your birthday, let me take for a meal.”

We both walked up the hill, (yes I am withholding details to keep this short) and as we walked forward we could see a large crowd ahead of us. We both looked at each other and gasped, uttering “No way!” in pure astonishment.

As we got closer we recognized nurses and a couple of doctors. One of the nurses was an Aunt of the girl I liked.

I politely said “hello” and then left her to find out what was going on within all the hussel and bussel.

One of them pointed just behind us to a pub wall in Crystal Palace; where a body laid covered by a thick woolen blanket, with an on call doctor standing next to the body, writing on what looked like a decent sized clipboard.

The night was freezing, so we just presumed the cold took him. The Aunt of the girl I liked said they were just waiting for a body to be picked up. 

Filled with curiosity, I wandered over with the intention to hear how the guy actually died.

This part is a bit fuzzy to me, all I can remember was facing in the direction of the Aunt, and possibly facing in the direction of half a dozen or more nurses, who all live together.

(Something to that effect.)

Anyway, as I walked towards them I suddenly saw Jesus appear before me! He appeared to me clearer than all the people stood around in the crowd. His presence was the dominant presence to me.

He was standing in the air, not two feet from me, and he spoke words that I have never forgetten to this day.

He said; “Wherever you are, I Am!”

I was staring at him intently, before turning around rapidly to walk towards the dead body.

The doctor quickly moved to stop me. He wasn’t impolite, he just behaved very seriously with a stern look upon his face, it was as if he was on mute.

I stood over the body, stretched my hand towards what I could make out was a hand poking out of the blanket, and within an instant, the corpse went from being limp, to suddenly reaching up, full of life and grabbing my hand tightly. A lifeless hand, suddenly grabbed hold of mine, revealing that God had other plans for this soul.

I lifted the man, he wasn’t smelly or tramp like, he was just a regular guy.

You can imagine what happened next; panic erupted!

The doctor didn't look well facially after witnessing this supernatural occurance!

All the rest of the doctors and nurses ran into the road, into traffic, panicking!

Meanwhile; I was standing alone with this guy who was looking directly at me, not moving!

It was the first time I prayed; “God, what shall say to this guy?” and I heard so clearly; ”Tell him it's time to go home.”

So that's what I said to him; “It’s time to go home.”

“I agree.” he replied softly, and just walked away, leaving me standing there baffled as to what to do next…..

In the end, I knocked on my pastor’s door; the late Nicholas Rivett Carnac, and his Wife Marigold; a good shepherd and listener. I told them of the extraordinary incident that I have just told you.

This very moment still has a profound effect on my perspective concerning Gods presence today.